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(for a moment, he can only listen, if peter doesn't distract him so much with the pets. it's been a while for fushi being this open, and after forty years without any contact, it's really sending him. he'll even come closer, a gentle butt of his head against peter's face. emotional support wolf.)

... And you grew up with these beings all different from you? Did you ever feel left out? It must be really incredible to meet people like this... I can't even imagine a metal raccoon... Does he want to be more like you? ... I've never met anyone like you... Spartaxi--an? What is different?

(that's a bit of a question, isn't it? in a world where everyone is so different, someone else has problems like that, of not fitting in.)

... Yes, it only works like that. I can duplicate the body and the skills, but it's still just me. A lof of them died because of this situation, though... So not forgetting them is the least I can do-- he's a fucking ass.

(THE WOLF SWEARS!! and he fixes his posture to imitate the Beholder, even if the wolf's vocal chords can't do miracles. it is still dry and serious, however, like he was trying to be grim and a jerk who has a jerk face and a jerk black hood.)

"You must protect all of creation. Perhaps once you are able to recreat the ocean, your duty would be finished, I'm an ugly man who has nothing to do but to give cryptic messages and be annoying and selfish."

[ Emotional support wolf!!! Peter keeps cuddling... it's soothing, you know. ]

Kind of, I didn't know I was part-Spartoi until I turned 13. Turns out my dad was the King? Not that he ever showed up for us. My mom raised me growing up, so I had no idea until then. But that's when I first went into space... Actually, I felt left out for a long time. My first three years, I didn't have a translator implant, so I couldn't understand anybody at all. It was hard for sure.

[ And also he was in a very dangerous space prison, but he doesn't wanna bring the mood down with that detail. ]

Rocket though, nah, he's his own man. He'd laugh at the thought of even being "like me."

[ Probably say "like Quill? You mean a flarking loser?" Peter smiles at the thought. ]

It's, ah—Spartoi. Spartoi don't really go off-planet very often. They're known across the galaxy for their making awesome weapons, that's where my blasters are from. [ He nudges the guns at his hips. ] Fun fact, these'll only work in the hands of someone who's got Spartoi royal blood. They're a family heirloom, about the only cool thing I got from my dad.

[ That thing about his dad being the king is 100% true. But also when Fushi curses Peter laughs. But encouragingly, he's happy to join along. ]

Hell yeah, dude! Flark that jerk. Thinks he can just toy with you and take away the memories of your friends? He's a asshole, if I've ever heard of one! Screw him!

Edited (j'son of spartax is a bad dad, in case that wasn't clear ) 2023-02-21 04:55 (UTC)

... And you really didn't know all this... Wow. Not understanding language is awful, I know what you went through, but it must have been more frustrating knowing something was being told...

(because honestly, to fushi, it was just all brrrrrrr noises.)

Oh. Yeah. I wanted to touch them... Is your dad gone? Why did you leave?

(when will fushi tell him that all the food came out of his hand? eventually, probably.)

Yes!! You understand!! You understand!!

(and here's a very happy wolf, jumping on the bed in circles before peter is attacked. by licks. from a doggo.)

[ Oh, Peter is being attacked by a very happy wolf, how ever will he survive. He has the biggest smile on his face as he pets Fushi's neck, ears, and tummy, enjoying the orb's unabashed joy. Who's a good boy??? ]

Haha, glad that cheered you up, buddy! I know all about scuthole dads. Mine was pretty bad.

[ Welp, can't go into detail without going back to tallking about childhood trauma prison, so here he go. ]

I actually... I got kidnapped from Earth, that's when I left. These bad guys showed up in my house, they were called the Chitauri. That's how I ended up in prison, to keep Spartax out of the war. So it suited the Chitauri just fine to have a hostage who couldn't communicate with anybody. I didn't know any of that, so to me it was three years of just... fear and nothing.

[ Peter's hand stills as he talks about it. This isn't easy for him to joke around or talk about, but having Fushi be this cute and soft is definitely helping. Wolf therapy is real! Peter looks off to the side, a bit distant, before that distance changes to anger as he starts to talk about his dad. ]

My dad was... well, I wish I knew. I've never actually met the guy. He never came to rescue me or anything, even though he had a whole planet's worth of power behind him. I had to rescue myself -- with the help of some space pirates called the Ravagers, and their leader, Yondu. I was lucky Yondu got assigned to be my cellmate, or I might never have gotten out of there.

[ But talk of Yondu is also hard, so he veers back to his dad. ]

Once I was out, I tried visiting Spartax to give dear ol' dad a piece of my mind but... I got turned away. I never even got to be in the same room as him. He was "too busy." [ Peter scoffs. ] Flarking jerk.

But hey, at least I got to keep his blasters. You can check 'em out if you wanna.

[ And even puts them on the table for Fushi to touch if he wants to. They only work for the Spartoi royal family, but hey if Fushi ever copies Peter, he'll have that :D ]

(he can feel the stillness as peter spoke, and it helps that fushi had stopped jumping to listen to him properly. his head sit on the other's shoulder, as he takes it in. this sucks. why do nice people have it the worst? fushi can't understand. peter doesn't deserve this, he is not his father, why should he have suffered in his behalf?

apparently, some situations are universal.)

I'm sorry, Peter. It's... Probably better that way, because he is a flarking jerk.

(oh, yeah. the blasters. there's a moment that fushi leaves the proximity, only so the boy can turn up to be the current form. fingers touch, intrigued - after all, he has never sensed this material before. what the fuc)

... I don't know how to replicate this. One second.

(and fushi is now straight up rubbing a pistol to his face.)

I'm so confused...?

[ If there's one thing society teaches us, it's that all dads are bad. Unless they're protagonists. Peter rubs Fushi's head encouragingly, keeping his smile on in what he hopes comforts the guy. ]

Yeah, it is what it is. He's a jerk, and I turned out fine. Learned what not to do, that's for sure.

[ Peter watches, amused as Fushi switches forms with ease and apparently gets super comfortable with his blasters. Well, he didn't ask how it works, so Peter just assumes this is it? ]

Not really sure what they're made of, to be honest. And they only work when I use 'em, cause they're a 'royal heirloom' or whatever. It's some kind of lost tech, watch this.

[ Peter touches the handle of the gun in Fushi's hand, causing the gun to glow white (and peter's hands) and reform itself to look more like this. ]

It's my only Spartoi trick, hah. Now it's in melee mode, I use that in case I ever gotta fight off guys at close-range.

... Ooooh.

(he says, not understanding a thing at all, absolutely none, including and especially the glowing hands.

but he sticks a hand out, where a replica pops out, useless, because he doesn't really understand it - he will never, due to the specifics, probably.)

... I made a broken one. I think.

[ It's the only time Peter feels like he's a bigger part of the cosmos. Even if that bigger way is kinda tied to his dad... but it's fine. He doesn't need to be special, he has friends who think he is.

Friends like Fushi, too, who are just trying their best. Peter still grins when he sees Fushi's copy. ]

Whoa! That's cool, dude!

[ Peter takes a closer look, exaimining both the gun -- and Fushi's hand. He can just do that? Rad. ]

I mean, even if it doesn't work, that's a sweet replica! Is that another of your cool powers?

(he doesn't mind, he just lets him touch, even shows that his hand is just-- a hand. nothing really special.)

Ah? Yeah. Stimuli, I can replicate things, so that's why I was touching it like that. It's that, the forms, and I can feel pain around me, so if you get hurt, I feel it too.

(ISN'T THAT SAD. either way, he's giving the gun as a gift, because he has no other use for it. it's just a little nice reminder of today, after all.)

I think that's just it. The asshole doesn't tell if anything else.

[ It's cool to see—alien stuff has always been the coolest, so he's excited even to just feel that Fushi's hand is totally normal. ]

Dude, you can feel other people's pain? That has to suck.

[ Peter accepts the gun, twirling it in his hand just for fun. It really weighs the same as the real thing, so you know he's going to keep and treasure this thing.

He snorts hearing Fushi curse now, though. It's good to hear him let loose. It psychs him up, Peter is happy to support him. ]

Well, if you find out anything else, you can let me know. By the sound of that guy, he might've left some stuff out just to fuck with you.

[ Wow, he even said "fuck." ]

Yeah, that's it.

(imagine when fushi learns he can resurrect amongst other crazy shit. truly a trip, but right now, he sits happily unaware.

there's a scrunch of his nose, a loud exhale, and he drops to the bed again. at least peter seems happy!!)

I don't think it's impossible, but anyway. All the food you see is from my world, just how I remember it. It's edible and not weird, ok? Have at it.

[ Bro... Peter will be the first to tell him not to use that power without being super careful, he knows all about how the dead should stay dead. ]

Woah, seriously? That's awesome. Tastes just as good as the real thing! At least, I'm guessing it did? Not sure what kind of pear it was supposed to be.

[ Chalk up Peter as the kind of person who thinks space-cloned food is delicious and, at most, only weird enough to spare a second glance. ]

I guess to make your copy-gun work I'd have to shoot you with it. And no offense, dude, but I'm not about to do that just for science. So I'm good with this thing as-is.

... I don't know either. It's just things that gave me some sort of feeling, so they're there... Some I didn't speak when I ate, so...

(their names are bloorp and blerp. they are just what they are...

but at the thought of being shot, all fushi can relate it to is being shot with an arrow, and he grimaces.)

I wouldn't die, but I'm good on that, too. I think I should go a little slower on these... Alien things? A lot of this is very much to me. Later, you can show me the arrow.

(ARROW.)

[ Peter takes a moment to think about that. Whatever Fushi eats or interacts with, he can recreate and understand. That has to be pretty cool, but also pretty damn confusing. ]

Hey, take your time. You don't have to understand it, either way. I sure don't.

[ He grins. He's proud of this? ]

It took me years to figure out the other modes. So you don't gotta act tough—I seriously don't want to hurt you with these, ok? There's no arrow or nothing. They shoot plasma fire, which I mean, it won't burn you, but it hurts like flark.

... Peter?

(

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... Shoot me someday. I promise I'll be fine. Not today, though, but someday.

(it's how he'll understand it, so that's what he'll get... sorry, peter...

no thoughts, brain empty, confusion.)

What... [ Peter blinks. ] Hey, no! I don't wanna shoot you any day. Even if it won't hurt you, friends don't shoot friends, okay? That's like rule #1 of gun safety.

[ Okay, not really, though it might have been Yondu's first lesson on gun safety tbh. Lesson 1: don't shoot your friends. Lesson 2: shoot the bad guys. ]

Ah. I didn't know there were gun-safety-rules. I'm sorry, I'm just curious!

(or, well, instinctually curious. if peter had known all the very gruesome ways fushi has been maimed and is still walking and talking, well, maybe he'd see how he doesn't see that as such a bad deal!!!)

Don't sweat it, you couldn't have known! Plus, guns are pretty dangerous. You gotta learn the rules before using 'em or you could accidentally hurt yourself, never mind other people.

[ Peter would be so horrified if he knew all the gruesome ways Fushi has been hurt. He's already willing to go to bat for them, this would only steel his resolve. Instead it's now his job to talk proper gun etiquette, which is really taking him back. ]

Well... I don't know anything about guns, but... I can teach you how to use a bow, would you switch that knowledge with me then...?

(technology of his time, it is as such.)

The girl you saw when you got here was good at it. I was bad at it with this one, so I can learn and do things responsibly! I promise.

(fushi you can bite at 400pi in doggo form)

Edited 2023-02-28 02:34 (UTC)

[ Peter chuckles. Okay, he can see what Fushi is trying for here. It's not the same, but Peter will throw him a bone. ]

Maybe. I'm always looking to learn new stuff, but that doesn't mean I'm gonna shoot you, alright?

[ It would be wrong!!! Two can play the stubbornness game. It's sweet to think of Fushi remembering all these people who are long gone. Maybe that's what makes Peter acquiesce, at least a little bit. ]

Guns are a little more dangerous than arrows, just so you know. But the principles are pretty close to each other, so maybe one day I'll show you how to shoot.

(there's that stubborn squinting from fushi. peter!!!!!!! the sooner he knows, the better he can heal when a gun actually shoots him on purpose!!!!!! but perhaps that's on fushi for sounding insane and not actually explaining.

not that he knows that he is.)

Fine, fine, but it's better for all of us if you just do, you know.

[ It'll make sense one day, Fushi. Just not today! Peter pets Fushi's head again, smiling victoriously. ]

I'm sure it is, buddy. But for right now, this is good enough for me.

[ Peter made a cool alien friend!! That's all he needs, really. ]

(adult-like, certainly, there's fushi showing his tongue in stubbornness, before he bumps shoulders with peter.)

... Fine, fine. You should eat. I can't eat it all, and it doesn't get back in.

(no vacuum hand.)

[ Peter smiles, bumping him back as he grabs another pear. ]

You can just make stuff out of nothing, huh?

[ For a moment, Peter thinks about all the ways that could be exploited. Infinite units, infinite food, infinite treasure... Yeah, Fushi must be protected at all costs. Because someone meaner than Peter could take advantage of him so easily. ]

Does it go bad if you leave it, or is it like, stronger...?

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